Give me a reason. Please, just give me a reason to tell him to leave. To tell him to not show up at all. To stop thinking about me.
I've always wanted it to be you.
I feel absolutely horrible for cancelling plans and feeling like I have led someone on but for you I would go against every uncomfortable and anxiety I have. I would drop him before you could breath again after asking.
But if it's not going to be you, for the night, I am going to let it be him.
And we both may regret that later.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoesíaFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
